
Boysenberry Sepsis Grim Salvo (Ft. 99ZED & Saliva Grey)
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[Intro]
Just not gonna say anything, just make noises
I love you HELLBOY
Hrryeat, Hrryeat ah, Hrryeat ah, Hrryeat ah, WO!
This shit we boomin', it's an odyssey bro, it's rabbit holes wherever we go. Let's get it then, we'll check this out
We got somebody new, that shit kinda cool
UGHAA
AY A-a-a-a
[Verse 1: Sleuth]
Think I don’t give just enough of a fuck
Glow like I’m frozen, my dosage corrupt
Flow like a chosen until I combust
Into nothing but dust, my son
I don’t think you want to press your luck
They gonna go put you in your place with the taste of the rust
Old game’s so corrupt
Lotta fans gotta fetish for the blood
Father figure was a .38
There goеs that son of a gun
Leading them all astray with disgrace for thе next fresh dove
Pray for a man who won’t settle
He likes to meddle with all the shit that the people peddle
They might pop a little quiet pill up in his dental
They hope you ain't got the potential to let go
And assemble your own end goals
So bleed every last drop of the dream
From the throat of some old GOATs
No antidote for the soul bloat
Just not gonna say anything, just make noises
I love you HELLBOY
Hrryeat, Hrryeat ah, Hrryeat ah, Hrryeat ah, WO!
This shit we boomin', it's an odyssey bro, it's rabbit holes wherever we go. Let's get it then, we'll check this out
We got somebody new, that shit kinda cool
UGHAA
AY A-a-a-a
[Verse 1: Sleuth]
Think I don’t give just enough of a fuck
Glow like I’m frozen, my dosage corrupt
Flow like a chosen until I combust
Into nothing but dust, my son
I don’t think you want to press your luck
They gonna go put you in your place with the taste of the rust
Old game’s so corrupt
Lotta fans gotta fetish for the blood
Father figure was a .38
There goеs that son of a gun
Leading them all astray with disgrace for thе next fresh dove
Pray for a man who won’t settle
He likes to meddle with all the shit that the people peddle
They might pop a little quiet pill up in his dental
They hope you ain't got the potential to let go
And assemble your own end goals
So bleed every last drop of the dream
From the throat of some old GOATs
No antidote for the soul bloat
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